On my way to a Christmas party this evening, I stopped my cab at a photo shop along the way. He drove off after I paid him, and then I proceeded to chat with the shop owner. Five minutes later, the driver returns, waving impatiently at me.
Now I’m scratching my head. Why would a taxi driver come back like that? The only reason I can think of is that in the darkness I may have accidentally given him a counterfeit bill or something by mistake. So with a bit of trepidation, I approach the taxi.
Turns out he came back to return the camera I had carelessly left behind. An EXPENSIVE camera. Now, this cab was hailed from the side of the road, so he could have easily driven off without ever being caught. Sometimes, ya really gotta love the people here.